eat and greet: fish tacos update

Friday, April 10, 2009

fish tacos update

So remember my rant about fish tacos? About how I can't find good ones in the city? And how they're hardly on any menus? And how this really doesn't make me happy? At all? Well, it looks like someone might be able to shut me up. And that someone is Laurent Tourondel. No big deal.

At Tourondel's BLT Fish Shack, Red Snapper fish tacos with avocado and queso fresco are one of three bar offerings that are available daily for $9 between 5:30 and 11:00 PM. Other items include olive oil tuna tartine with tapenade and quail eggs or pork and shrimp sliders with spicy mayo. So you do know what this means, don't you?

Meet two friends after work, order one of each, nibble, nibble, nibble.

BLT Fish Shack

21 W17th St. (between 5th and 6th Avenues)

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who i am

When faced with the question of what food means to me, conversation inevitably shifts to my Mor-Mor (Swedish for Grandmother): A phenomenal cook who refused help in the kitchen and didn't believe in recipes. The real deal, if you will.

Mor-Mor had a seriously strong hand with garlic (surprisingly for a Swede) and an innate knack for making anything taste implausibly delicious. There was always a jar of homemade garlic oil in her fridge which found its way drizzled on top of almost everything. Like one of her breakfast treats: homemade bread slathered with garlic oil, a few slices of granny smith apple, and topped with extra sharp cheddar. Into her beloved toaster oven they'd go until the cheese had just melted, lovingly, over the apples. The salty-sweet combination could make your head spin—a beautiful cohesion of flavors and textures from such an unexpected pairing.

And then there were her meatballs. With her homemade tomato sauce made from tomatoes grown in her garden, picked when perfectly plump and warm from the summer sun, a ladle of garlic oil, and tons of parsley (Mor-Mor may or may not have been secretly Italian), they sent eyeballs rolling to the backs of people’s heads. The thought alone of her in that kitchen makes my heart long, once again, for her cooking. For her.

Now when I'm cooking, I finally understand her insistence on navigating the kitchen alone. There's something about getting in there and winding down and having your own personal space to create that’s beyond therapeutic—it’s wholly fulfilling and soul-satisfying.

Friday, April 10, 2009

fish tacos update

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